Once Dune spoke the oath, she knew that Merula would know something was a little different. When he pressed her, catching on quickly, she grinned and huffed a soft laugh. She was amused by his playful tone, and held out her left hand for the bloodied eyeball, now that their deal was struck. It glinted in the low light, metal moving like organic flesh.
“Not on purpose,” she replied, jokingly defensive. She tipped her head then, her softer expression promising that she'd explain. “But I suppose we'll need to catch up after we help this poor man tell us where to find his friends.”
“Not on purpose,” she replied, jokingly defensive. She tipped her head then, her softer expression promising that she'd explain. “But I suppose we'll need to catch up after we help this poor man tell us where to find his friends.”